Beach Voyeur deja vu

It's sad to see my sites
no longer look at me.
Those golden skittle suits
which decorate the sea.

Once they would cast a smile,
throw out greetings too.
Now all I get is stares,
or "Who the hell are you?"

Fifty-five is too old
for their conversation.
Must find a better spot,
get a reservation....

down by the tidal pools.
Where beach moms settle in,
busy watching children.
I knew these ladies when...

in kaleidescope colors,
they wore the skittle suit.
They've rounded out nicely,
more than a few still cute.

Just talk to the children,
all beach moms wade right in.
"brilliant conversation"
Where you from how you been?

I've worked this stretch of beach
for nearly thirty years.
It seems I've seen it all.
Heres looking at you...CHEERS.